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Today is yard work day! Lots of rain means long grass and plenty of weeds. So while I’m out pushing the mower, here’s another snippet from Old Wounds for you. This is the fifteenth part. You can find the other parts here.
When we left Master Sorne, she’d given Ambrose back his flintlock pistol.
He took the weapon, but looked at it as if it were a dead fish. He’d perched himself onto a stool near the table.
“You’ll need it later, I expect,” she said.
His face twisted at that. “I’m not built for this kind of thing.” But he pocketed the pistol anyway.
His earlier actions belied that statement. Desperate men and desperate actions. “Tell me what happened.”
“I made the wrong deal with the wrong person.”
Yeah, that’s usually how these things go, huh?